I'd just about had it. I work and slave to provide a nice pond but
Bob won't even comb the weeds in the morning, much less get me a beer
or anything. I know Bob goes out and parties and who knows what all
in the palmetto palms behind the pond but he never leaves a note,
never calls, never tells me when he plans to return. Like I say, I'd
just about had it. I had half a mind (and many would claim that even
that is an exaggeration) to let the pond just dry up and then where
would he go?

So I grabbed my scoped pellet rifle and went out to the pond, hoping
that shooting a few weeds might help calm me down. The weeds had
regrown in the middle of the pond a bit, and now there were some empty
dragonfly nymph exoskeletons on them. I'd shoot off the dragonfly
nymph husks, then nail the weed it was hanging on. After about half
an hour of this what to my eyes should appear than Bob slinking down
the far bank and into the pond.

I hadn't seen Bob for over a week and was beginning to think that he
had probably moved on. I know that snakes don't have ears, and so he
couldn't have heard what I was doing, but snakes are acutely sensitive
to vibration, so I doubt he was unaware of me and the disturbance
caused when the pellet would strike the surface of the pond. Didn't
seem to bother him at all though.

So now Bob is back in the pond, and the weatherguessers are even
predicting some rain for tomorrow. We could use it, we finished up
May with a whopping 3/4 inch of rain, and we are over 30 inches behind
already. Lake Okeechobee (the second largest lake in the US) is at a
record low.
--
Galen Hekhuis
"Mistakes were made"